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Screw them. The wind rattled through fingerbone tree-branches and along a grey avenue of leaf litter and forest mould. Screw them all. Muttering zephyrs found their mark: a xylophone rib cage, festooned still with strips of meat; the black bloodstained fur of the young but haggard wolf, cracking open a shoulderblade and sniffing the contents. Caprica had found her peace, the bones a perfect defence against a world of wolves she hated and utterly rejected. Eventually, it would be impenetrable. Not now. Today, it smelled fresh and raw and enticing - the horse she had killed just a few hours previously, ripped apart to comprise the final section of a wall, which met other, similarly gruesome walls; and was topped with an unfinished hide roof. It was a strange construction; in its incompleteness it resembled more a heap than a house. But it was to be her dwelling place, when it had served its final purpose. She lit a fire beneath her cooking pot, tossed in some marrow and an ugly smile spread across her severely elegant face, watching the water turn red. The pungent meat would not pass her lips, she thirsted for a more savoury flesh.
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“Over the hills and through the woods to grandmothers house we go!” The marry song traveled through the silent woods as the small, but very happy man skipped along the pathway. To look upon the hybrid you would immediately guess his sexual orientation….and you would be right. As he skipped along in his tights jeans and hot pink button up, a red cape, complete with white fringe fluttered behind him. Today Giuseppe was oh so exited for today he was visiting his grandmother. It was always so much fun to see dear ol’ gran! They would spend the day baking and sipping from their tea cups, maybe he would even get her to try on some more modern clothes! At the mere thought of clothing his entire tail began to shake violently in excitement.
Grandmother’s house was on the other side of the forest, and normally Giuseppe would know better to travel off the path but a nearby scent caused him all but to fall over in glee. Drooling as he started off the path and into the deep wood he began to skip once more, “Oh what a beautiful morning! Oh what a beautiful day! I got a beautiful feeling…” Stopping in his tracks the young male couldn’t help but to rush forward, mouth wide open ready to chomp on the sight before him. A shake like house made of bones! Hiding at the back of the house so no one would see him the flamboyant man began to nibble on the bones, some still with scraps on them. Today was such a beautiful day indeed!
He ate and he ate and he ate until no scraps remained and his belly felt rather sore. Sitting down he looked at his belly with a sad face. His poor figure! Thinking quickly he decided that perhaps it would be best if he skipped the baked goods at Grandma’s. With one bone in his hand the Italian began to fall asleep, the food heavy and weighing down his stomach. It was naptime.
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Staggering slightly, on legs that were more like broomstick handles than limbs, the woman hauled the last load of logs onto her cooking fire. It blazed savagely, reflecting the murderous light in her bloodshot eyes. Caprica was a creature of hatred; nothing pleased her more than to hurt and destroy. You would have had to be mad to go near her, which was the desired effect, however, she knew she had to assuage her deep inner desire to inflict pain. She wanted revenge on the world for its indifference, and wanted the exhileration of working her will on others. If the stench of food would not bring them, another plan would have to be conceived.
She needed more fuel, and headed for the store behind the house, only to lift her sharply pointed ears and sniff the air with a screw-like nose, a wicked grin curving into half her yellow-toothed mouth. Someone had come.
Caprica drew a black blanket around her shoulders to disguise her protruding bones; forced her expression into one she imagined welcoming and tiptoed up to him. She saw the remains of what had been the rear wall of her house, the fit of his innocently tight clothing and felt her innards gnaw with excitement. "Young man, young man," she crooned with a tenderness she did not feel - his appearance reviled her, for no good reason. "You must awaken - dinner is almost ready!"
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